Maybe So It Will Be To Infinity (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

As red as the sunny day had begun
where now you are alone at our own home,
in the twilight dusk sets the flaming sun,
in the tomorrow it will once more roam.

Maybe so it will be to infinity:
that from your life I will be far away,
while I love you and you do not love me
and bright white-hot is the sun in the day.

At dawn and at dusk it does slowly stoop
but everyday its light does the world fill,
at the loss of you I might not recoup
as at heart I dearly do love you still,

the sun has apathy, says nothing to me,
it shines while in life you are really free.
© Gert Strydom